Zaire***
After driving around we found this little café with outdoor tables the kind with checkered tablecloths and a lazy ceiling fan turning overhead. The sun was warm on my skin, and the air was filled with the cheerful clatter of cutlery and distant city sounds. I ordered a burger, Kyra got the same.She added a milkshake with two straws.
“For sharing,” she said, winking.
The food was simple, perfect. We talked and laughed easily. The heavy, unspoken fear that had been clinging to us all morning was completely gone, replaced by a light, buoyant joy. I found myself watching her, truly seeing her. I noticed the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, how she absentmindedly rubbed her belly when she was thinking about the baby, and the vibrant energy that seemed to radiate from her. A p
